Page 95 of Stolen Vows

I exhale through my nose.

“And in another life, I would’ve made you my queen. I would’ve dragged you back to my place and worshiped you until you begged me to stop.”

My fingers tighten around the mouse.

“I’ll do more than tease you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

I shift in my seat.

“I swear to god, you better be okay when I get there, or I’m going to burn the city down in retribution.”

I scroll further, eyes narrowing at a personal note she left beneath one passage.Your honor, I love him. The longing, the tension, the way he fights for her. Perfection.

A muscle jumps in my jaw.

I should close out of this, get back to work.

Instead, my gaze flickers to the security feed on my side monitor. The camera isn’t invasive. It’s just there. A precaution. Something she knows about, something she encouraged me to watch.

“Get back to work,” I command myself.

But I can't, because my wife just reached into her nightstand and pulled out a toy.

I stare at the security feed, unable to look away as Francesca trails the toy down the column of her neck, over her collarbone, disappearing beneath the hem of her thin camisole. Her back arches off the bed, head tipping back against the pillows. Even through the camera, I can see the flush blooming across her skin, the way her lips part on a silent moan.

My cock throbs, straining against the confines of my sweatpants. I palm myself through the fabric, eyes glued to the screen as Francesca’s hand slips the straps from her shoulders, exposing those perfect tits. My mouth waters with the need to taste them. To nip and tug, to lave and suck.

She looks right at the camera as she tosses the comforter off her legs, exposing her pretty pussy to me. For me.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I watch Francesca on the security feed, her legs parting as she trails the toy lower, sealing it over her clit. Her hips lift off the bed almost instantly, and I have an idea what kind of toy she’s using. I can practically hear the breathy little moans spilling from her lips, the ones I’ve already memorized.

She’s putting on a show for me. My beautiful, brilliant wife is touching herself, knowing I’m watching. Wanting me to watch. The thought makes my cock ache.

She sighs, shifting against the pillows, and her camisole down her shoulder, baring more of that smooth, golden skin.

I exhale through my nose. My fingers tighten on the mouse.

Just get back to work, I order myself.

But she drags the hem of her camisole higher, barely more than a thin band of fabric around her middle. My jaw flexes. She shifts again, her thighs pressing together, her breath catching just slightly.

I groan low in my throat. I’ve lost this battle already.

I shove down my sweatpants, just enough to free my straining erection. Pre-cum beads at the tip as I wrap my hand around my thick length, stroking in time with the movement of Francesca’s hips rolling.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her perfect tits bouncing with each stuttered breath. So responsive, so eager. Just like she was in my lap.

I stroke faster, feeling that familiar tingle in the base of my spine.

She arches her back off the bed as she works the toy against her clit, her other hand plucking and rolling a pert nipple between her fingers. I can see the desperation building in the undulation of her hips, the quiver of her thighs. She’s chasing her pleasure, lost to sensation, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.

My hand flies over my cock, matching her rhythm, imagining it’s my fingers pressing against her slick folds, my tongue flicking over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I’d devour her, lick and suck until she was writhing beneath me, until she shattered with my name on her lips.

Her thighs clamp around the toy as her orgasm crashes over her. Even through the camera feed, I can see the way her body tenses and shudders, every muscle pulled taut as pleasure rips through her. And then she mouths my name, and I come harder than I ever have.

“Jesus Christ.”

I drag my other hand over my face with a low groan. I force myself to close the damn window, and shut off the monitors.

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